Night is like a black ocean,
Where you can’t see a thing.
Night is peaceful,
But it’s also deathly,
Shadows everywhere
Whispers in your ear.
The moon glows,
Like firefly’s in the night sky.
When you go out,
You will also die.
The stars are like children,
Waiting for their mom,
To come.
But that something dark,
Is called the night.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
Night is like a black ocean,
Where you can’t see a thing.
Night is peaceful,
But it’s also deathly,
Shadows everywhere
Whispers in your ear.
The moon glows,
Like firefly’s in the night sky.
When you go out,
You will also die.
The stars are like children,
Waiting for their mom,
To come.
But that something dark,
Is called the night.
